"Thanks!... And when will you paint my portrait?"
"You should ask Monsieur Jacket or, better still, a photographer about that."
"Monsieur Lirat?"
"Madame!"
"Do you know why I came?"
"To oblige me with your kindness, I suppose."
"That's in the first place!... And then?"
"We seem to be playing an innocent little game? That's very nice."
"To ask you to come to dine with me on Friday? Do you care to?"
"You are very kind, dear Madame, but on Friday that is just when it will be utterly impossible. That's my day at the Institute."